Monday started out as a pretty ordinary day, untill Potions class. The Griffindors were making Transfiguring Potions, and a day with Snape
breathing down their necks didn't really appeal to them. To add the the mood, Snape started out his class with a long, boring, one-sided lecture.
"Today we will be making a simple Transfiguaration Potion. I do not expect any of you to pass this test, and you will pardon me if I don't
send you to the hospital wing after you've tuned into a rabbit."
The class, or at least the Griffindors, groaned.
"I will be pairing you up, and I want no complaints. Now then, Potter, I want you with..."
Snape paused to look around the room, and allowed himself a sinister smile.
"Mr. Malfoy."
Harry didn't even bother to look up, he'd seen it to many times before. He simply picked up his caldron and moved in the seat next to Malfoy,
'accidently' dropping his books on Malfoy's foot.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, and don't let it happen again," Snape snarled.
He continued to prowl about the room, mostly pairing his least favorite Gryffindors with his best Slytherin students.
"Bulstrode, I want you with Granger. Goyle, get over there with Thomas. And Weasley..."
Snape paused and surveyed the room to pick out the worst student that was left over.
"You way work with Longbottom."
Ron sank into his chair in frustration and muttered to Harry, "I'll never survive!"
Harry shook his head sadly, but had to divert his attention to the pile of armadillo bile that Malfoy dropped on his head. Snape turned his
head away and pretended not to notice.
breathing down their necks didn't really appeal to them. To add the the mood, Snape started out his class with a long, boring, one-sided lecture.
"Today we will be making a simple Transfiguaration Potion. I do not expect any of you to pass this test, and you will pardon me if I don't
send you to the hospital wing after you've tuned into a rabbit."
The class, or at least the Griffindors, groaned.
"I will be pairing you up, and I want no complaints. Now then, Potter, I want you with..."
Snape paused to look around the room, and allowed himself a sinister smile.
"Mr. Malfoy."
Harry didn't even bother to look up, he'd seen it to many times before. He simply picked up his caldron and moved in the seat next to Malfoy,
'accidently' dropping his books on Malfoy's foot.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, and don't let it happen again," Snape snarled.
He continued to prowl about the room, mostly pairing his least favorite Gryffindors with his best Slytherin students.
"Bulstrode, I want you with Granger. Goyle, get over there with Thomas. And Weasley..."
Snape paused and surveyed the room to pick out the worst student that was left over.
"You way work with Longbottom."
Ron sank into his chair in frustration and muttered to Harry, "I'll never survive!"
Harry shook his head sadly, but had to divert his attention to the pile of armadillo bile that Malfoy dropped on his head. Snape turned his
head away and pretended not to notice.